R&BsoulViennabasedMongolianCowboyBeBopcountryjazzfunkhoprockhopTomwaits, actually.
After you listen to #4 you’ll better understand why I ruthlessly purged most of what iTunes offered up and broke all my rules by cherrypicking the crap out of this set. Sequentially all iTunes but over 40 songs got deleted before I was happy with the premiere all new brand spanking 100MB/onehour Friday Set (OMBOHFS for short).
4Share’s 100MB limitation is, I think, a good thing.
PBS is airing Bill Cosby’s Mark Twain Prize opposite the World Serious and the Celtics-Timberwolves game.
Maybe the first time in a decade I’ve wished I had a DVR.
Luckily the Cosby tribute will air again late Saturday night (opposite SNL in a bit of in-your-face public programming).
But I’m not sure what the point of showing this special twice tonight is, unless it would be to force baseball fans to pick which half of the last game of the Series to watch.
I actually turned on the TV for something other than live sports or news tonight.
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Yeah, it’s weird even thinking about it but ABC was premiering V. It’s not based on the movie (which I liked) but on a ’90s TV show (that I never saw). They promoed an anorexic Morena Baccarin. I was hoping Photoshop but I’m sadly reporting that it was in fact a very skinny Baccarin.
If you clicked the link I hope you were as impressed as I was that Baccarin did the voice for Justice League Unlimited’s Black Canary.
Black Canary is sooo hot. I have no idea what planet comic book women come from, but obviously it’s one with less gravity than ours. Or more?
As for V, not bad. Much higher production quality than I’d expected. I’ll definitely watch this one. In a couple of years from a stream or download. No fucking way am I again subjecting myself to so many LOUD commercials.
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Bits.
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Video:
Charlize Theron kissing woman for charity
Supermodels stripping for climate change
We Are Douchebags (OK, maybe it is one word after all)
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Potlinks:
Breckenridge decided today whether or not to legalize paraphernalia
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No duh:
Digital books will hurt bookstores
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Duh:
Your brain on drugs…literally
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Foody:
Where the commune meets the kale
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Tunez:
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Since only one person signed up for Pandos, it seems privacy is an issue. I don’t blame you, I wouldn’t want my email address stored on my computer if the RIAA comes knocking.
The new solution is 4shared.com.
Better than Rapidshare.de (100% less porn) and because the files stay there until I delete them. Feel free to grab anything I’ve uploaded. Like with Rapidshare.de you’ll have to wait for the timer to start your download.
One catch: the green download signs aren’t what you want to click on. The one that counts is blue.
Oh, and this set is — if you grab all four parts — three hours of music (45 songs) and very definitely themed for Halloween. You can peek at the entire playlist here. I’m still uploading as I post this, but there’s no reason why you can’t start downloading the first part of the set now.
Probably a lot of new bands to you. Everything I could find that was dark and Halloweenish and pulled from my recent downloads folder so this is all new music to me, nothing I’ve loaded into iTunes yet (except for this set).
Familiar names for some would include DJ Shadow, David Sylvian, The Mount Fuji Doomjazz Corporation, National Philharmonic Orchestra, Melvins, The Kilimanjaro Darkjazz Ensemble, Vampire Hands, Karlheinz Stockhausen, and Holger Czukay.
Less familiar names? Hanggai, Converge, Oh No, Glenn Danzig, Hauschka, Tomas Dvorak, Mapstation, Jazkamer, Paul Schutz, Asher, Kazi Ploae, Nommo Ogo, Unlearn, Random Inc., Acid Witch, Talibam!, and Odd Clouds.
Creepy, ambient, dark jazz, metal, soundtracks (including unreleased music from The Exorcist), noise, and radio promo spots for cheesy horror movies.
Leave a comment if you have any problems with 4shared.com. If this outfit works out well, I may upload some previous weeks’ sets for any of you who are interested in expanding your musical horizons.
iTunes, btw, is up to 76,100 songs exactly. I think I’ve got almost half my library in there now.
Got tired of TMiss and realized that TheM was a perfectly good posting handle for this blog. All beside the point, the point being that IT’S PARTY TIME.
Er, not yet. Just giving you advance warning so you can schedule your other partying accordingly.
The Happy Gnome doesn’t usually allow patio reservations but because it’s a special occasion, and because it’s mid-November and no one in their right mind wants to be outside…we have the entire patio to ourselves from 7-10 pm, Tuesday, November 17.
It is in fact the tenth anniversary of my very first blog but that’s just a ruse to get people to come out and buy me a beer. The Happy Gnome has some of the best beer in town — including a $50 bottle of some very special stuff from Rogue Brewery. Buy me that one and I’ll seriously consider letting you take me home. Or, more likely, driving me to my home and then helping to pour me up the stairs.
Ten years of intertubular hells. Radio, b2evolution, Nucleus, Textpattern, WordPress, Blogger and a few other platforms that crashed on me more than once. Tons of tech support, design and development from Mark Franaszek, hosting from Sound Internet, James Scherber, and now IPHouse. Guest posts from Minnesota Observer. The opportunity to work with such delightful personages as Tild, Steve Monaco, Brad Zellar, Paul Demko, Pete Scholtes, Britt Robson and I’m drawing a blank on many other names most of whom have asked me to stop emailing them.
We will be drinking in accordance with the 12-step program:
1. Have a drink.
2. Have a drink.
3. Have a drink
Show up and we’ll tell you what steps 4-12 are. Don’t show up and we’ll talk about you.
Feel free to forward this to any blog-reading, lefty Twin Citians of your acquaintance. They don’t need to know me or have read my blog. All that really matters is that they buy me a drink.
Seriously. It’s just that simple. 7,000,000 words posted online and all I ask in return is a lil’ sumpthin’ sumpthin’. In a glass. (This is a classy bar.)
Mark Gisleson
aka The Wege
aka The Mississippifarian
Yeah, taking my own sweet time updating TheM but I’ve also been busy and my reading hasn’t been quite as well rounded as I’d like. Still, some pop stuck to my browser so if you’re interested:
Clips from the Michael Jackson movie
Prince’s late night Paisley Park gig
Prince showed more versatility and musicality in his first hour onstage than Michael Jackson did in his entire career.
It pains me to say that I missed this
Opinionated crap about Shepard Fairey
Zombie sock hop [scroll down to video]
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UDPATE:
Whoopi at Mystic Lake for New Year’s.
Suddenly the casino lounge act jokes aren’t so funny. Otoh, I can’t remember the last time I took a free bus to get to a concert.
UPDATE: Sorry, I just checked again and Rapidshare seems to be permanently redirected to porn site ads. Time to find a new site OR maybe we should just go with Pando. Email me to be put on the list and I’ll notify you each week when new stuff is up. This way I can do up to 1GB which is one heck of a set. Maybe some videos?
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Funny. I threw a lot of dark and funky jazz into a folder and out came a sad rainy day set that has me wondering if iTunes doesn’t check out my weather widget.
Music. [Playlist included in the zipped file] [scroll down to Free, click, wait and then download]
Despite what I said in the previous post’s comments, I don’t think there’s really any Pat Metheny style stuff in here. A few surprises but mostly jazz, some Metheney congruent after a sort.
Man up AK dude and settle for something other than what you wanted. Chinese plastics workers get drunk on less than you piss away on ice scrapers.
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Yes. Abrupt that was.
What can I say?
I’m efficient. I tend to streamline repetitive tasks and already I’m slamming three-hour sets together so quickly the booze doesn’t have time to catch up.
But it does.
Catch up.
Fortunately, posting space being somewhat infinite (and Friday night readers somewhat scattered), stealth updating is always an option.
As is blabbing away the game.
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So as I was saying before I so rudely dividered myself, what goes in does catch up to you and in all honesty I have to say that I think I’m drinking entirely too much fruit juice and not nearly enough vodka. And this whole handpressing of the pomegranate fruit thing is time-consuming, as in time not spent drinking is time not spent drinking.
If you catch my drift.
Then again, if you really caught my drift you would have wandered away from this page long ago.
Music soon come. It took an hour to upload, you should have it faster than that and by now I’m guessing a three-hour set will end the day for most of you, circadianly challenged ultra northernists exluded.
The Bugge Wesseltoft, btw, is a must listen for anyone who’s ever been anything like, partial to or resembling a Lutheran. Kimer, I Klokker is a very literate, inventive and revealing jazz deconstruction of some hymn I grew up with, but which I’ve never heard played anywhere near this well. If you know Garrison Keillor well enough to give him gifts, There’s Snow On My Piano would earn you points.
Yes, that’s a very manipulative thing to say but my thoughts have been trending that way of late. Comes from being forced to work on a client’s Facebook account.
GodbutIhateFacebook.
Also. People have taken to picking up one of my clients. I’ve advised her not to let them do so.
I get paid for insights even less profound.
It’s all in the billing.
And not, thereof.
Or not of.
Of.
Symmetry demanded a conclusion just now but I had something else to say.
And I’ll be goddamned if I can remember what it was.
Eating lots of shiitake mushrooms lately, but my big culinary find of the fall continues to be Lucky Lily brand Bouakham Nam Sausage with a chili pepper. Together with raw fried potatoes and eggs, it’s my new favorite breakfast.
Click to blow up the picture and then squint and you should be able to see the tiny Thai chili pepper that comes with each wrapped sausage (green chili on top, red chili with the bottom sausage).
Remember, the earlier in the day you start eating garlic, the more people you get to share it with.
FOOD:
ARTS & GRAFT:
Thai Heil Hitler billboards pulled
Fuck you for even thinking about reselling an alarm clock on eBay!
Is it a miracle if it happens to Muslims?
CELEBS:
Lloyd Grove interviews Gore Vidal
Sex Pistols claim trademark infringement
Vin Vericose: City Pages interviews local boy gone porn (interesting, even w/out the titillation)
VIDEOS:
FDL late late night with videos from Meaghan Smith and live Moby [kudos to Chuck Olsen for the Moby shoot]
Pixar’s Luxo Jr. Gets the Chair [this and the next link via Denny from CR]
Chris Burden’s Flying Steamroller
Mike Masnick explains The Economics of Abundance
MOVIES:
TBogg on Erik Erickson on Antichrist
INTERTUBULAR SMELLS:
Glenn Beck shilling against Net Neutrality
Masnick on “the death of file sharing”
Swedes: what file sharing?
MUSIC:
Sing out loud at work and get sued for royalties
One critic’s 10 Greatest Albums of the 2000s (videos)
Amy Farris, R.I.P.
DRUGS:
Glenn Greenwald on Obama’s new federal pot policy
Rice in beer? (I’d think I’d rather have ricin beer)
BOOKS:
The Nook
HALLOWEEN:
Way cool electronic zombie head
And yes, another random set of tunes tonight, albeit a bit more focused. I’m thinking jazz/jazz fusion, but I haven’t started drinking yet so it’s hard to say.
Why bother having public television if it’s just an excuse to run old B movies? Yes, Thelma & Louise is a fun movie but c’mon, under no circumstances is it a quality movie that belongs on public TV.
I think of public TV as a place where language doesn’t get bleeped because even cuss words can be revelatory when used by a skilled playwright or screenwriter. Not true of Thelma & Louise, a movie in which characters swear for entertainment’s sake. But I’m sure any excessive nudity will still get snipped in the pud.
Wrong. Wrong on all counts. Instead of Thelma & Louise, show us Equus. Dedicate a night of the week to Shakespeare, move public affairs shows like Bill Moyers Journal to Sunday morning to compete with the idiot pundits, and use those extra digital channels to bring us more high school and local college sports, plays, band concerts, etc.
Congress needs to revise copyright laws, freeing up movies over 25 years old so PBS can get back to the business of showing us quality stuff we might not have heard of before instead of pandering to their audience in the desperate hope that we might pledge some money.
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Jordan Bass brings back the broadsheet for McSweeney’s No. 33.
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Start the countdown. I predict that by the time Halloween actually rolls around, we’ll see a Zombie Pimp ‘n’ Ho Crawl because nothing entertains the offspring of the overpaid and heartless like dressing up like dead sex workers.
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Charles Bukowski’s 16-bit Intel 8088 chip.
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Hmm. That URL may not open in all browsers.
Think of it as an anti-RIAA hack.
Back to random, but not the piteous, mewling, I-cannot-believe-it’s-still-around Friday Random Ten. And no, I’m not going to call this new thing of ours the Friday Random Forty-Two. I’m playing by Rapidshare.de file size rules so the number of tunes may vary.
New rules and not just because I’m a quarter-German (I’m also 1/64th French prescriptive grammarian). What you get is the first 50 songs iTunes randomly mixes from my music collection. [As of this set iTunes is mixing from a pool of 74,991 songs]
If the random set is hopelessly not what anyone would ever want to listen to, I’ll take a screenshot to so you can judge for yourself. Tonight’s set is a first take.
Because 50 songs is usually more than 300MB, I will edit to fit, using my discretion to eliminate some clunkers. Tonight you were spared a second live Sun Ra meltdown and several avant hard-to-listen to experiments in distractive anarchy.
Just like it says. iTunes hath delivered unto you a set that really doesn’t make sense. Not, at least, until you listen to it. Taken on its own terms, it works, but it works best if you’re drinking and were driven to do so.
Some smiles, occasional soul patches, a few less than challenging moments. Mostly some outlets for whiskey tango foxtrotting your inner most thoughts into a damnit-time-for-another-refill glass of blessedly obstructed thoughts.
Pommedrivers for me tonight. Still working away my “free” case of pomegranates. (Bought ‘em too early in the season so I got to keep ‘em.) A pommedriver is a shot of fresh pomegranate juice, ice and orange juice. More potent than you’d think. after three of them I find msyelf having to edit.
Oh, and a shot and a half of vodka. Helps take the edge off the green pomegranate juice.
24 songs into this set and it’s definitely Republican friendly and homo sapiens adverse. Fuckingyayyeah moody angry drinking music.
Thinking about Cheney drinking music.
Shots in your face drinking music:
Drunkenmusiken
And this is its set:
Click on the image to enlarge.
Click here to download. 284Mb, 42 songs. 2:56:31 playing time. That’s nine pommedrivers if you’re keeping count.
Music to watch Yankees v Angels baseball to with the sound off while I follow NBA exhibition season basketball online.
Republican heaven.
With Sammy Davis Jr. sprinkles.
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OK. I didn’t know there was opera in here. Worse, Schönberg.
Still worse:
it works
Really well, actually.
Reaffirms my commitment to random. Even though I would have put the Robeson next altho the Bollypop did turn out to be fairly inspired, timing wise at least.
UPDATE: Checking to make sure the links were good I noticed that Rapidshare seems to be having a bit of pornsite redirect problem tonight. Not threatening to my Mac but Windoze users might want to have their fingers ready to close the browser. But it worked fine for me the second time I tried.
Repeated attempts might work as I’m sure it’s an ongoing battle between evil Byelorusski hackers and valiant east German porno/piracy site hosts.
The rock’em sock’em world of intertubular bells and thistles.
UPDATE to UPSTATE”
OK, there was something I was going to say. Almost got it. No? Slipped away.
Gosh shuckey darn.
UPDATE TO THE UPSTATE OF UPDATES:
Left the orange juice out of teh last pommedriver. Holy fucking Jesus Mary God of Mother! Green pomegranate juice is a mix to be reckoned with. The vodka practically crawled out of the glass.
But not an enabling drunk. More like an each-breath-I-take-the-Reaper-I-snake dick-waggling exeunt proclamation than a war cry, in my informed and subsequently humbled opinion.
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